Chris Volstad: I hardly believe in playoff races anymore, Mike [Stanton].
Stanton: For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of hanging curveball that I want to send to the fucking moon.
[steps into moonlight flexing his awesomeness]
Stanton: You best start believing in playoff races Chris. You're in one.
BOOMSTICK.
Stanton: For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of hanging curveball that I want to send to the fucking moon.
[steps into moonlight flexing his awesomeness]
Stanton: You best start believing in playoff races Chris. You're in one.
BOOMSTICK.
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